ATIQA
FLASHBACK (4)

After the meeting, Fajar often came to visit Atiqah's apartment. Atiqah happy not to play. His neighbor was near him again.

"Just sit down, I'm still cooking. Just sec. Mas Fajar watching the drama can also be," said Atiqah, proffering the television remote.

"the dorm? I don't like drakor, "receiving the remote, dropping his body onto the couch - "Mas prefers action hollywood" he said, pressing a button, looking for an event that suits his interests.

"Yes, it's up to you. I continued cooking," Atiqah passed, continuing her cooking.

Simple menu on demand Dawn, stir-fry kale, bakwan maize and tempe fried. In the country people are certainly difficult to find food from the homeland. Lucky Fajar has a friend who recently opened a store all ingredients and vegetables imported directly from Indonesia.

"Where, Mas? delicious huh?" ask Atiqah at Dawn.

"This is really delicious," - poking his left thumb - "more delicious than the cuisine of mother also bulek," he continued.

Atiqah laughed, "You lied, Mas. It may not be better than Budhe or mom. Very far," he said.

"No believe? I'm bribing," pulled Atiqah's right arm closer. Dawn feeds rice with kale stir-fry. "Now, what I said. I'm not lying,"

"Enak, but still delicious budhe and mom's cooking. Still lost far," said Atiqah then bite the cornbasket that Dawn sucked on him.

"For Mas, your cooking is better" he added.

"No need to woo that. No influence to me" Atiqah stuck out her tongue, mocking Dawn.

"Mistaken to woo, I was honest from the bottom of my heart," Atiqah immediately laughed out loud. So too with Dawn, laugh.

They both enjoy lunch while occasionally throwing jokes and seduction. Atiqah cuisine was foundered not left.

"Thank you, Masakin. Which often," said Fajar, lifting the dishes took him to the kitchen sink.

"Goddess. Origin of the same ingredients of seasoning, Mas readyin. I'll just do it" Atiqah put two glasses into the sink as well.

"Ready! easy if it is," - sniff out the dish-washing sponge - "Just wash it. You cut watermelon. Mas want the same sweet as well, besides you," Dawn again seduced. Atiqah pinched Dawn's waist.

"Based on the miller" said Atiqah, turning to the right side of the kitchen where the watermelon he kept in the refrigerator.

"Can't tell me to be honest. You are indeed sweet, Atiqah," said Fajar as he continued to wipe the dishes.

"Since when did Mas turn into a seducer like this?" atiqah asked, carrying a whole watermelon. The size is not too big.

"Aren't you gini yet? just like ah," Fajar continued rinsing the dishes and glasses.

"No. It used to be nothing like this. Must be because Mas likes to tease students on campus. Yeah, right!" Atiqah tilted her face, looking at Dawn.

"Ngaco you! I have never seduced a student. Mas gini is just the same as you," he said while splashing water on Atiqah's face.

"Gnh ..." Atiqah wiped his face with a tissue. "Where there is a ngaku. Basic flirty! huuu ..." Atiqah replied with ridicule.

Dawn hurriedly wiped her wet hands and hugged Atiqah from behind. The sudden embrace made Atiqah freeze, her body turning stiff. The knife in his right hand was still in his hand.

"I have never cheated on my students. It's just for you" said Fajar. Atiqah nodded slowly. I feel like breathing is very difficult.

The chin of Dawn is above the head of Atiqah. He closed his eyes. Hopefully this decision will be made, the right decision. May what he feels for Atiqah, get the same reply.

"I'm still cutting watermelon" said Atiqah. Confused what to say. Dawn still hugged him.

"Udah cut it enough. I want to say something. It's important!" Fajar released his embrace and took Atiqah's hand to the sofa.

"important? about what?" tanyanya while walking to follow the Dawn.

"Sit here!" dawn Decree.

They're facing each other.

"Mas is direct. We are both adults. We all know each other's past. We both have pain in the past. But we must not be silent and think about the pain continuously. We also knew each other from childhood. They want to be like you. Live the rest of our lives together. We don't have to marry now. For that matter, Mas want to wait until you are ready," the long phrase Dawn, enough to make Atiqah touched.

Their closeness these few months was quite intense. Although both busy, but Dawn always comes to the hospital or to the apartment owned Atiqah.

Atiqah was still silent, he was confused to give an answer to Dawn.

"You're silent, you're refusing?" ask Dawn. Atiqah hurriedly shook her head.

"No. That's not what I meant, Mom. I want to, I want to. But according to Mas Fajar said earlier, for the next business, I still have to think about how Aziel. I'm afraid Aziel doesn't agree" replied Atiqah. Dawn immediately grasped the hands of Atiqah and then kissed him for a while.

"Thank you for it, Mom. About Aziel, it's Mas's responsibility as well. I will try to be closer and more attentive. We fought together" said Fajar. Atiqah agrees.

Aziel and Dawn had never met in person. Only occasionally through video call. As Aziel knew, Dawn and her mother were just friends.

Dawn brings the Atiqah in a deck.

"Sorry, I'm rich in gini. I already have a child. Must be hard for Mas, too-" his words stopped.

"Also what? the same mother?" ask Dawn.

Atiqah nodded, "Yes, Mas. I'm afraid budhe and Pakdhe are disappointed. The Dawn should have been better. It is not me who is rich gini," said Atiqah honestly, he was afraid of the rejection of Fajar's parents.

The neighborhood around his house knows his past with Ardi. From her pregnancy to finally parting ways with her ex-husband. All the neighbors know.

"For me you are special," - kiss the forehead - "the father of the same Mother is not rich. They must be really cool. Moreover, there is a handsome grandson. My mom wants to have grandchildren. You know that, don't you." Reject Dawn. He knew his parents were not that bad.

"I'm just-" Dawn immediately covered Atiqah's lips with hers. Dawn kissed him gently. Atiqah closed her eyes and opened her lips to receive a deeper kiss. It seems that for a long time he did not receive a sincere kiss from a man.

Dawn massaging and pressing the nape of the Atiqah. Atiqah's hands squeezed the edges of Dawn's waist while continuing to enjoy the softness of the lips of the man who had just become her lover.

Atiqah convinced herself that what Fajar had just told her was true. There was nothing to fear and worry about anymore.

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